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I have a shitty memory (THANKS WEED, JEEZ) so I've decided to start journaling/blogging/fagging it up again. Enjoy my disjointed rambling.
-I'm no fan of the daylight. It's too harsh, unforgiving, revealing. All the qualities one would despise in the context of a romantic partner, but cheerfully tolerate in every passing of days. The night, however, is my homestead. Dark, mysterious, full of potential. I spend most of my waking hours consuming the night. I sit, watch, learn, listen to all the passers-by. I smoke and I find someone new each night, learn something about the human condition. People find a curious way of keeping up their defenses against the night and simultaneously lower their inhibitions, revealing and disguising under the context of darkness. Insomnia helps with an appreciation of the night. To be honest, that appreciation is the only thing keeping me sane when I spend the hours I am unable to sleep.
-I want a tattoo. I'm going to get a tattoo. Soon, I'm thinking. But I can't decide what I want. I'm thinking I'm either getting the maple leaf on my chest, the Neutral Milk Hotel flying record player on my upper arm, "Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup" somewhere, or a Hemingway/Kerouac quote somewhere. HELP ME DECIDE. I've been going through pictures of tattoos for hours, and very few have appealed to me. What sort of tattoo do you think would suit me best?
-Weed really does make everything far more enjoyable than they should be. I could go into my whole hobo-blowjob joke, but I think I've exhausted that well recently.
-So, I'm assuming no one is going to actually read this, because thats the only reason I feel I can get away with writing half the shit I do and not feel embarrassed or ashamed. Anyway, since no one is reading this, I'm going to reveal some secrets.
SECRET LIST:
-I'm actually a woman. True story.
-Pass my gruff, rough-and-tumble exterior and sarcastic, douchey wit, I'm really lame and romantic. I seriously do my best to cover it up because I figure it is kind of weird when I act like an ass most of the time and then OUTTA NOWHERE I'm sweet and nice and shit. I figure to actually get the most out of this secret, you'd have to be dating me, and that slot has been filled (thats what she said) with quite an awesome girl who I like a lot, so yeah. This secret sucks... BUT THE LIST LISTS ON!
-I have a really weak stomach. I can't do shots. I can't eat glazed donuts. I really can't take most sweets or I feel sick. So if you really hate me, try to make me do jello shots out of the hole of a donut. And then run before I vomit on you.
-Most people have never seen me angry. But it happens. Its probably really comical to watch, too. Luckily all my anger seems to occur in the car because FUCKING ASSHOLES CAN'T DRIVE SERIOUSLY USE A FUCKING BLINKER YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT but I digress.
-I spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about inane future scenarios generally involving the following: high school reunions, having kids, and dying.
-I can't stand staying in for the night. I have to go out and do something at least for part of each night or else I feel like I'm wasting my life.
Thats all I can think of for now. Time to not sleep.
-I'm no fan of the daylight. It's too harsh, unforgiving, revealing. All the qualities one would despise in the context of a romantic partner, but cheerfully tolerate in every passing of days. The night, however, is my homestead. Dark, mysterious, full of potential. I spend most of my waking hours consuming the night. I sit, watch, learn, listen to all the passers-by. I smoke and I find someone new each night, learn something about the human condition. People find a curious way of keeping up their defenses against the night and simultaneously lower their inhibitions, revealing and disguising under the context of darkness. Insomnia helps with an appreciation of the night. To be honest, that appreciation is the only thing keeping me sane when I spend the hours I am unable to sleep.
-I want a tattoo. I'm going to get a tattoo. Soon, I'm thinking. But I can't decide what I want. I'm thinking I'm either getting the maple leaf on my chest, the Neutral Milk Hotel flying record player on my upper arm, "Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup" somewhere, or a Hemingway/Kerouac quote somewhere. HELP ME DECIDE. I've been going through pictures of tattoos for hours, and very few have appealed to me. What sort of tattoo do you think would suit me best?
-Weed really does make everything far more enjoyable than they should be. I could go into my whole hobo-blowjob joke, but I think I've exhausted that well recently.
-So, I'm assuming no one is going to actually read this, because thats the only reason I feel I can get away with writing half the shit I do and not feel embarrassed or ashamed. Anyway, since no one is reading this, I'm going to reveal some secrets.
SECRET LIST:
-I'm actually a woman. True story.
-Pass my gruff, rough-and-tumble exterior and sarcastic, douchey wit, I'm really lame and romantic. I seriously do my best to cover it up because I figure it is kind of weird when I act like an ass most of the time and then OUTTA NOWHERE I'm sweet and nice and shit. I figure to actually get the most out of this secret, you'd have to be dating me, and that slot has been filled (thats what she said) with quite an awesome girl who I like a lot, so yeah. This secret sucks... BUT THE LIST LISTS ON!
-I have a really weak stomach. I can't do shots. I can't eat glazed donuts. I really can't take most sweets or I feel sick. So if you really hate me, try to make me do jello shots out of the hole of a donut. And then run before I vomit on you.
-Most people have never seen me angry. But it happens. Its probably really comical to watch, too. Luckily all my anger seems to occur in the car because FUCKING ASSHOLES CAN'T DRIVE SERIOUSLY USE A FUCKING BLINKER YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT but I digress.
-I spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about inane future scenarios generally involving the following: high school reunions, having kids, and dying.
-I can't stand staying in for the night. I have to go out and do something at least for part of each night or else I feel like I'm wasting my life.
Thats all I can think of for now. Time to not sleep.